1822 Tasting Notes
Some mornings, you just need unleaded fuel. Expect no subtlety here; stiff, clout-you-over-the-head strong tea with a sharp little uptick at the end of the sip. Milk (almond milk) mellows it a bit, but doesn’t mask the strength. Recommended on icy 13-degree March mornings when you don’t-want-to-leave-your-flannel-sheet-cocoon.
This is the most floral of the three oolongs I’ve tried from Tea Ave. Big spinachy leaves; nice bronze velvet color and texture. It smells like Mom’s lilac bush, and the taste is close, too. Nice cup of spring when all about me is muddy, cindery, snow slush.
This is not the one I’d choose for a Tea Ave rerun, I think—that’d probably be the Dong Ding—but that’d due to personal preference, not to the excellence of the oolong! Those of you with more delicate palates than me will likely love this.
I often joke about how subjective tasting is…what’s grapes and dark chocolate to me may be moldy bread and scrap lumber to you. So it made me smile when my impression of this nice Tea Ave oolong was exactly as advertised on the packet. Teeny hint of roasted bitterness to give it some backbone. Mellow. Fruity. Precisely. Sweet peaches and apricots.
Isn’t as thick and heavy on the tongue as the Dong Ding from Tea Ave I tried before, but that makes it no less fine.
Thanks, Tea Ave, for broadening my tasting horizons!
This anonymous little dragonwell has suffered perhaps not deliberate, but obvious, neglect and still steeps up beautifully despite its long languish in nothing but a cellophane packet. Gentle golden color, with a very nutmeggy personality. May have to research source and availability more carefully once it’s gone.
Tastes like a bright spring day instead of the mucky, muddy, half-thawed, questionably cloudy sloggy afternoon outside my window.
Mornin’. Brr. At least I could drive to work. Some of you had to skate.
Frozen toesies call for stronger teas. Yunnan Imperial called for me this morning. Dark mahogany wood, leather, burlap sacks full of feed…barn kittens (no, it doesn’t taste like kittens; all that barn lingo made me think about the little ‘uns that we’d find tucked in a hay-ey corner)…
I’m not sure that its appropriate for a heavy-handed, cheapster, black tea-loving amateur to provide the initial review for such a fine and lovely oolong, but with mine in place, there’s nowhere to go but up, yes?
One of the things that a very good quality oolong impresses upon me is its texture. This slides across your tongue like soft, heavy silk. I feel like I just put on lip gloss. At the recommended 1-minute mark, it’s the color of champagne. So the sensory impact of this one is significant.
I don’t feel as vocabulary-equipped to address the flavor. “Roasted” is an adjective used in Tea Ave’s vendor description, but I’d call it very lightly roasted on its way to the fruity-floral spectrum. If you break a twig off a tree in very early spring to see the pale insides—-this tastes like what that looks like. How’s that?
Label says this will take multiple steeps with ease. Next time I’m going to dredge it a little longer to see if I can kick up the roast a notch.
Equally impressive is the presentation and sincerity with which Tea Ave has presented their samples —my very sincere thanks!
The vendor description calls Harmony a potpourri, and that’s an apt description—it’s beautiful to look at. Like confetti. The flavor is a bit of a mishmash—since it was a pass-along, I didn’t have an ingredient list in front of me, so I had forgotten what to “think” for. Last night, I thought it tasted like hibiscus and mint, maybe a little cinnamon. But not unpleasant for an after-dinner cleanse-your-palate treat. (Or maybe tease-your-palate.)
Needed a diversion yesterday. The little orange sticker diverted me at Big Lots … three bucks for 72 bags. (Cheapie! Steep me! Need me!)
Tetley thinks this can handle 3-5 minutes with water brought right off a rolling boil. I departed from that a little; did water in my Hot Shot, which just barely boils before snapping off. Results…a decent, though not stellar, bagged tea with a good showing of vegetal freshness. Not strong enough for weekday mornings, I don’t think; this one will be an afternooner.
The Big Lots run was for marshmallows. I’m teaching Samson to my kiddos today; we’re going to thumb wrestle with marshmallows stuck on ’em. Want to come play?